Lotto
Lowlife & SonofaGritter
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Yea, bitch I'm CGB Wearin' crocs all in the hood I'm just being me Man I'm trippin' off the shrooms think I'm seein' 3 And bitch if you ain't suckin' dick you can beat yo feet Momma worried bout her son she told me to be careful Niggas know not to play because we bring the hell through Man I couldn't f*ck that bitch because she smelled like mildew How you tryna be my bae but let the gang run through Bitch, you a hoe now Fuckin on yo friend and then you next I guess I'm hoed out Remember had the pack in, in a day I damn near sold out Out in ATL, I hit cascade it feel like roll bounce Smokin on some thrax I mean some gas that you don't know bout A V all on my back I'm gettin' back but you don't know how Gimme couple days I run the states north to the south I'm really bout the pape keep the fame better yet the clout Man I'm high as shit Get up on the beats and talk real-life or I just talk my shit They see me onna gram and real life can't see the difference I need 5 for a verse I know you heard I'm Different Bitches always say that I'm retarded if I leave Well call me special needs and say my classes IEP Think I got a problem I be snappin' on these beat They say I'm not the same at all just call me straight jacket Cee I'ma mental patient with this shit man you can't tame me I won't sign for yo chain nigga you cant slave me I ain't tryna build connections f*ck you pay me Man you niggas drip so old man that shit outdated And It's lowlife onna beat All these bitches want my pape I cant give em shit but D Got two ears & one mouth so I listen fo' I speak All my shooters just like curry pullin' up on shit from deep I got me a backwood stuffin' it wit gelato Fuckin wit me, girl, you fucked around and hit the lotto Dodgin' all these bitches from my city like they potholes Niggas need to get some money flashing cheese that's nachos Diamonds in my ear real deal, not the fake ones I like the tig ol bitties natural or the fake ones I hang around thoroughbred niggas not the snake ones You the type to meet em onna gram and call em day one Man you dumb as shit Mind on the hoes instead of pape its on the wrong shit I thought it was my girl but it's her friend I'm with the wrong bitch Brody got the 30 on em with a extra long clip Nigga so don't run up He said he had some beef over a bitch and got burnt up Called my phone I laughed in his face then I hung up Later on that night she askin' me can I slut her (no cap)
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